Snow did not respond with words.
Only with steel.
In an instant—
a massive arc of Light Soul energy tore through space,
swallowing Maskith whole.
The Vermithor blazed brilliantly as Snow surged forward .
his blade aimed straight for the old man's neck.
"So you're the one behind the Devil's Seed…"
"The one responsible for all that suffering—!"
His voice thundered with fury.
"There is no place for something like you in this world!"
"You are nothing but a vile existence that brings misery to all life!"
SLAAASH!!
The strike fell.
Clean.
Decisive.
—But stopped.
No.
Caught.
Snow's eyes widened slowly.
Maskith's withered hand had seized the blade.
Barehanded.
Effortlessly gripping the edge of Vermithor.
Unharmed.
Untouched.
The previous attack had done nothing.
Not even a mark.
Maskith looked at him.
In his eyes there was no anger.
No disdain.
No recognition.
Only one thing.
Boredom.
"Lord of Light…"
He chuckled softly.
"I won't argue with you."
